Poem WW1; Colonel John McCrae; 2004_106

Name/Title

Poem WW1

About this object

Poem titled 'In Flanders' Field'. 'In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The Larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We Lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders' Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders' Fields.

Maker

Colonel John McCrae

Maker Role

Author

Medium and Materials

paper

Measurements

A4 document

Subject and Association Description

poem WW1

Credit Line

Mrs Nolene Birss

Object Type

poem

Object number

2004_106

Rights

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